To My Commode
You work under pressure, in the worst of conditions,
Subjected to jokes by folks with too few inhibitions;
You take whatever you're given, so lucky for users,
Considering the preponderance of toilet abusers.
Faithfully, you've never had to be taken asunder; 
You never complain to whomsoever you are under.
For such loyalty in duty, without raising a fuss,
You have earned this ode, dear commode that I just have dubbed Gus.